As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, “Pass here and go on, you’re on the road to heaven.
—  Jack Kerouac, On The Road

dosethatyoudieon asked:

"Pardon My Hand"

The rays of the sun beamed into the window of her place. Piper slowly opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes before she sat up, looking at the empty space in her bed next to her before she frowned slightly. She reached over to her night stand grabbing her phone and checking the time, realizing she was late for work. ‘Shit’ she cursed to herself before she rolled out of bed, trying to hurry and get dressed, without realizing Zack had crept up behind her. She yelped softly when she felt his hand between her legs, looking down and seeing the familiar tattoos that covered his arm, causing her to let out a soft whimper. “Uh– Zack.. not.. now…I-I can’t..” She tried to protest as she looked up at him but her voice fell weak at his touch.


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Sonata For Flute & Harpsichord In E Flat, BVW 1031 - 1. Allegro Moderato

Emmanuel Pahud, flute;  Trevor Pinnock, harpsichord

GAHHHHH there was so much i wanted to do tonight but i went to say hi to the neighbors and they got mad when i said i was gonna go back home and work so the bastards dosed me and im JUST NOW feeling normal again. fuck. THANKS GUYS ITS REAL SWEET YOU DIDNT WANT ME TO WORK ON MY BIRTHDAY BUT GODDAMN 

anonymous asked:

I've never been to Arizona before. What was it like growing up there?

hot. dry. monsoon season where it rains for like 3 weeks straight and everything is cool and clean. javelinas and bobcats in your backyard. dust storms. shitty roads. one freeway. northern arizona has actual seasons, unlike the desert. i lived in a liberal-boonie of tucson but the majority of az is rather racist/homophobic. congress woman giffords was shot 5 minutes from my house in 2011. 

i grew up eating popsicles on 100 degree days and checking my sheets for scorpions and centipedes. desert snow. and then real snow every 7 years in the middle of fucking march for no goddamn reason. school cancelled due to rainfall. the most beautiful sunsets. cactus is literally satan. desert museum field trips instead of disneyland. driving with the windows down in complete silence, dark roads with one lane.

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